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Shipwreck

Shadows dance across the garden,

as we dream under the moonlight and the street lights.

I keep my eyes on the ivy that inches up your gate,

and leave enough room between us,

to make space for Jesus,

but I’m drawn to you,

magnetic,

erratic,

heart hammering,

morals crumbling,

because I want you,

deeply,

and dangerously.

Your name sneaks from my smiling lips,

five letters,

free and fulfilling.

I feel like I’m shining,

a beacon,

a lighthouse,

inviting you onto my shores,

inciting romance.

Sensual shipwreck,

that could be a risk,

but is inevitable and exquisite.

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